A Silver Coin.

With the coin in her hand, you spoke six words, “On your knees. Suck me, you whore,” Moments later the Bound was on her knees before you, unlacing your pants with nimble fingers.

The other men rose slowly, “How?” the Baron asked.

“We triggered her defense mechanism. Whoever bound her didn’t want her kidnapped or killed, so they set it up so she’d defend herself under some circumstances, but her overriding programming is that of a whore, I just activated that bit of it,” you replied as she shoved her head down upon your, now-bared cock, eagerly driving the full length of your cock down her throat, her skilled and experienced tongue swirling around your cock, flicking against the tip and the head of your cock, trying to suck the cum straight up from your balls. One of your hands dropped to her head, caressing the soft hair. Every so often you pumped into her mouth, or pulled her down, just to break her rhythm and remind her who was in charge, unnecessary, but fun. Her hands caressed every inch of your cock that wasn’t in her mouth and massaged your balls. Whenever her mouth came off your cock (to breathe and such) she praised your prowess and masculinity, until you told her to shut up and let you talk business with the Baron.

“That’s clever,” the Baron said, his eyes fixed on the bobbing head of the sexy slut.

“Ain’t the first time, OH,” you moaned as her tongue rippled along the underside of your cock, “I’ve played with one of the Bound. Nor the first time I’ve gotten sucked by one of ‘em either. Maybe after we deal with her master, I’ll take her for myself,” you leaned over and slapped that fantastic ass, “been a while since I’ve seen an ass this good.”

The guards stared at you, imagining, or remembering how good she was with her tongue and hands. The slurping, swallowing, slobbering blowjob was quite loud, but all the while the Baron was going on and on about the gold and women he would shower you with, after you helped him retrieve his wife. After long minutes of negotiation and a great blowjob, you grabbed her by her braid and pulled her pretty face flat against your armor again and again as you fucked her face and throat savagely, before you shot your load straight into her belly, reveling in power, exhibitionistic joy and a great orgasm. She almost choked, but then swallowed like a champ as you provided a meal’s worth of protein.

“We have a deal,” you replied to his last offer, pulling the whore off your cock and casually slapping your still-hard cock across her face twice, leaving thin lines of seed on her face, before drying it on her hair.

“Where will the coin go?” you asked the whore politely, after commanding her to put it away, which she does, somehow making those movements sensual as well.

A few brief questions later, she’s described a house in sufficient detail for the Baron to identify it as the house, unsurprisingly, of the Marquis of Britta. The mage he’d hired had owned her for a while.

After a few more minutes of negotiation and promises, you went in search of the Marquis’ house, leaving the naked whore with the three horny men. You weren’t sure which of them you felt more sympathy for (though it wasn’t much, in either case). You’d considered bringing them along, but they had no experience with magic, or mages and they weren’t particularly competent, leaving you with the firm belief they’d be more trouble than they were worth, especially given how easily the cum-swallowing whore had taken ‘em out.